Oh. The other student had no idea what she was talking about. She tried to think about her own adventures in Muggle school. It was pretty inconsistent, really, but that was because she kept going back and forth between magic and Muggle school. If they were traveling for her mom’s work, she was homeschooled. If they were staying in the same place for a while, she’d go to a Muggle school and get to learn all of the cool Muggle stuff too. Her family always tried to give her the best of both worlds, and she excelled at both.

It was super weird to not get Muggle school stuff when at Rocky Mountain International. The students coming were from all kinds of backgrounds. Some were Muggleborn, some pureblood, some halfblood, and all could really benefit from an education that featured Muggle subjects. Cultural Studies did a good amount of work, but she couldn’t imagine successfully applying to and making it through a Muggle college with just her magical education. Maybe the classes would incorporate more of that later on?

“No, there’s totally a song,” Remington insisted, “It goes, um…” She paused, then decided to quickly and quietly sing a couple of lines. “It was something like, ‘Johnny Appleseed, plant your orchard; watch them grow. Johnny Appleseed, planting as you go.’ Does that sound familiar?” Even if he didn’t know the song, he’d know the name. Well, he’d know the name if they were talking about the same thing. American History was pretty questionable, after all. She’s pretty sure one of her schools showed the Disney movie version of Pocahontas as Actual History.

Her mom was not happy about that.

The boy introduced himself as Anssi, and Remington smiled. Meeting new people was the best. “It’s nice to meet you!” She said brightly. “History of Magic is about magic stuff, not Muggle, don’t worry about it. Plus, I’m sure the first quiz is just so Professor Boot can figure out what we know and what we don’t know. Like, if we all already have an understanding of how the self-stirring cauldron was invented, he can skip it on the syllabus.”

“A… song?” he echoed. The darker-skinned girl was acting like she knew exactly what story he was talking about, but Anssi was already pretty sure that they were thinking of different things. Not that ... more

It was really nice that she had offered to sing it for him. Well, maybe offered was the wrong word, since she had just started singing. But he hadn’t asked her to, so maybe it was the right word?... more

Anssi didn’t seem reassured, and Remington was pretty sure it was because he wasn’t listening to her. There was clearly a language barrier, but she thought she’d said the most reassuring thing ever.... more